The Savage Hatred I Feel For Crowds

I Am Full Of The Sorrow That Goes With Changes In Surroundings, Those Successive Stages Of Annihilation That Slowly Lead To The Great And Final Void.

I Feel Alone, Free, And Detached From Everything In The World, And I'm Happy.

The Cowardly Belief That A Person Must Stay In One Place Is Too Reminiscent Of The Unquestioning Resignation Of Animals, Beasts Of Burden Stupefied By Servitude And Yet Always Willing To Accept The Slipping On Of The Harness. There Are Limits To Every Domain, And Laws To Govern Every Organized Power. But The Vagrant Owns The Whole Vast Earth That Ends Only At The Non-existent Horizon, And Her Empire Is An Intangible One, For Her Domination And Enjoyment Of It Are Things Of The Spirit.

I Think It Is Impossible For Human Minds To Think Of Death As A Final, Irrevocable End To Life.

The Farther Behind I Leave The Past, The Closer I Am To Forging My Own Character.